For me, velvet is the equivalent of sandpaper or nails running down a chalkboard. Just thinking about running my hands over velvet (right AND wrong direction) sends shivers down my spine. Why is that? Does anyone else have the same weird sensation when it comes to velvet?
And aside from Alannah Myles’ 1990 song Black Velvet, I can’t think of a single instance where an adult has worn velvet. I remember velvet dresses and velvet headbands as a kid. They seem to go hand in hand with patent leather shoes (also something adults don’t wear – unless you’re a hooker IMHO).
So what is it that makes velvet an “un” adult material? Do I need to check Project Runway to find out why grown women don’t wear velvet? I bet Tim Gunn would have an answer. He’d probably be able to “make it work,” too.